Keli lived with me nearly twenty years.
Together, we went through a divorce, a tornado, my son growing up, a serious illness, moving 2,000 miles to California in an old station wagon, a couple of mild earthquakes, and falling in love with a good man.
I don't know who loved him more. Me? or Keli? I wasn't the one throwing myself at his feet and rolling over to have my belly rubbed whenever he arrived. How could he resist her? How could I not share him with her? After all, Keli was the Queen, and I, but her devoted subject.
My beloved Keli, my dearest friend, and kitty soul-mate died March 18, 2009. It has been eight months and even though I have adopted three cats since then, I still miss her.